photo project

I've been away for a few days, so hopefully the cuteness of this image makes up for it. It's been really busy the last few days!

Day 15

Halfway through our project! Erich has declared it to be the age of muffins. We have made about 3 dozen muffins this week and are making our way through them steadily.

Day 14

Today's photos brought to you by the letter P! When looking at them on an iphone, they looked so similar in quality that I wondered if I posted them, if people could tell which was a real image and which was a painting. Looking at them now on the computer it seems pretty obvious (thanks a lot digital clarity) but I'll still post them both.



Cheers everyone.

Day 13

christmas tree time

Day 12 - Snow Day!

Too bad its on a sunday and I missed yoga instead of work. But hey, its a day for snuggling in and being cozy. It just seems like a standard snowstorm to me, but it is really really windy out, which is I think what tips this over the edge. Also Oscar refuses to go outside. He won't even go within 5 feet of the door.



This is what happens when you miss one of the storm windows:


Definitely a day for slippers.

Day 11

This is an older picture, but I figured since I'm doing two posts today I'd pull on out from the summer. These from my pasta making experiment last summer. I tried it in the past with a hand-roller, and it worked pretty well, everyone liked it, froze up nicely, but in this new house I wasn't quite sure where I would roll it out or hang it to dry. So I thought I'd try different noodles than spaghetti. Also, I had a lot of time on my hands that day for some reason, I don't remember why.



This took two or three hours. It would be nearly impossible to get fat on pasta if you always made it this way. (nhj <--- oscar's contribution to this post. He just stepped on the keyboard and I am literally typing this with one hand and holding him off with the other.



In the end I had more fun making it than eating it. I think I just plugged away at it while I watched a movie. The whole grain flour I used, and how thick I rolled the pasta, it took forever to cook and was tough and grainy. Next time it will be white flour or a more finely ground whole grain of something other than wheat (perhaps). I don't remember what recipe I used, but I found it online, and it was just a simple one.

Day 10

I'm a little late. Sorry folks, I was so busy yesterday! Full day at work and then we had an open house at the yoga studio - they had special classes instead of the regular yoga class, so a zumba class (my first one, which was really fun. I just danced a little funk when I didn't know what to do. ha!) and Journey dance (which is soft, introspective, interpretive and very much your own). Linz and Kari, its like DDPP except there is a leader who guides you with prompts, and there is a lot of mental/physical movement connection. Some of the music is slow, some fast, and it can be really cathartic once you get past the unusual feeling of dancing however you feel like dancing.

Os is very happy Erich is finally home. So happy he woke me up like 6 times last night pestering us to play with him. /grump


On that note...guess what this is! (Hint: its someone's nose)

Oh.my.wow.

Seriously? When I heard that hula hoops were cool again I rolled my eyes and didn't give it a second thought. But this? THIS.IS.AWESOME. Check it out. Really.

I so need to try this!

Day 9

Some relief for Lindsay. I don't mean to torture you with constant doggy love. Here's a picture you might recognize. (Although I have a video for you...I just am having trouble getting it loaded to the site yet.)

So I was irritated with Erich last night, while we were talking on the phone. And then my phone hung up on him for me. I mean yes, you could say it just a dropped cal, but I prefer the think that just maybe the electronics are becoming intelligent...(dun dun! aiee)

I'm really liking this photo project thing so far...I'm sure you can tell I'm a novice from my pictures, but I'd like to a) learn how to better manipulate images with my camera and light b) eventually get a better camera and c)become more proficient at using my computer/blogger. Maybe switch to a different host at some point. Some of the pictures I've seen on other blogs are just gorgeous, and some just really interesting because they are totally different images of the holiday season than I'm used to seeing. There's a little voice that thinks my quiet little life here is really dull, and I'd be a lot more interesting if I were traveling or something...but I want a family more than those other things. So we stay, I go to my doctor's appointments, we heal, and daydream about when we will have 4 in this house (or maybe more!) instead of 3.

Day 8

I'd like to say these are awesome paintbrushes but they're actually makeup brushes. I never thought I'd own any, actually, but in a fit of self-something (love? indulgence? encouragement?) I went out and got all new makeup. I even let the girl at the counter make me over, although she was extremely cooperative when I said "simple". So cooperative, in fact, that most people can't tell that I'm wearing anything...which could mean it was a very good choice, or a total waste, I'm not sure yet. But anyway, buying some actual high-quality eyeliner was definitely a good choice, since it doesn't run down under my eyes like the cheap stuff always did.

So that's my girly stuff for today...on a semi-related note, hop over to DPR and check out reality-tv's latest abomination. And yes, I am attaching this to a post about makeup.

My thoughts tend to vary between 'makeup is simply a part of our culture, and at a certain age women are expected to wear at least a minimal amount to look put together, especially professionally' and 'its all another bullshit form of control and way to get us to spend money on crap that's probably made out of bat feces anyway'. I say why not both? Although the bat feces can probably be avoided if you make an effort. :-) So although my immediate reaction to DPR's post on "Bridalplasty" was to condemn the show and pity the participants...where do you draw the line between that and any of the things we do to change our appearances? Who's to say that putting 3 coats of powder (yep, 3. They have cutesy little names too. Usually I skip the one called "heat"), eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara (even if its clear), and lip balm/lipstick on each morning isn't a little ridiculous? And that is considered "light"! (I also skip the mysterious "skin rev-er up-er" lotion because no one can actually tell me what it is for...)

What about elective-surgery? The amount of time you spend in the bath each morning? The amount of poo on your face? Maybe the number of places you've had a disease intentionally injected into your face for the sole purpose of removing your ability to wrinkle/show emotion/sweat(I'm looking at you, botox).

Maybe the amount of time you spend pondering it when you should really be getting dressed for work...:-) My coffee is cold, which usually means it is time to get moving.


*By the way...yesterday my counselor told me that I can really talk in circles. In fact he likened me, affectionately, to the little bugs that zip around erratically on the surface of ponds. Heh. Sigh.

nuts anyone? - Day 7

Nuts for the nut. Now if only I had a nutcracker...

its cold out

I don't like it. My pinky toes start to go numb halfway through our twice-daily walks unless I wear two pairs of thick socks and particularly warm shoes. I should invest in some proper boots. I used to bundle up like this in college to walk everywhere or take the bus...I've gotten soft! Except not literally, thank to the yoga...actually the other day my chiropractor told me I'm not as "floppy" as I used to be. Ha! I'll take that as a complement.

So now it isn't even below zero, and I faithfully don my long underwear, extra socks, extra hooded sweatshirt over my hat, giant scarf (thank you grandma b!) and two pairs of gloves at least once a day, if not twice, to make sure Os can relief himself and get some exercise.



I don't even try to look cute anymore, I just want to be warm. I remember this sentiment last year around this time. I went to GoodWill and bought a bunch of boots, hats, gloves/mittens, and a couple little kid jackets and donated them to one of the shelters in town. I should do that again...

Anyway, I no longer have long hair to make me look remotely feminine under all the fabric. I should try and embrace all the warm snuggly fabrics I see all the crafty blogs I like to read. Recognize that coat, Kari? I take the lining out and wear it at work, because fleece jackets are somehow acceptable in the dress code, but sweatshirts are not. Once I put the lining and top jacket together (like in the picture) but one time at work I forgot to fasten the connecting straps and as I swung the coat over my shoulder (a la Martin Sheen on the WestWing) the top jacket slid right off and across the room! It exciting stuff. :-P People were almost as amused as when I sneeze my superloud sneezes.

That's it for now. I'm going to try and get a video to post of Oscar's post-walk victory dance tomorrow for your viewing pleasure. I tried today only to realize that video recorder was in the wrong mode and didn't record anything.

Day 6

They say that dogs take on the personalities of their owners. In this case, I think he is saying "I don't want to get up yet!" Usually if it is quiet in the morning and I can't find Oscar, it means he has snuck off to our bedroom. He's very discreet. Sometimes we let him stay in our room at night, but usually he sleeps in his little bed in the living room, so I think the big bed (that probably smells more like us than any other part of the house) is like his secret getaway.



He emerges to see Erich off to work. And then back again for the rest of his morning snooze.

Day 5

Okay, so I didn't take this picture today, but I thought it'd be fitting, since I am (almost) officially done with my training. We had our practicum today - 4 hours! I just have to finish my take-home test and then we are done! I can't wait to get back to my personal practice, and use all the knowledge I've gained. I still enjoy teaching my tuesday morning classes, but unfortunately I just don't think I can do any more than that right now. Maybe someday down the road I could transition to more, but right now I need to keep my full-time job at the pharmacy.

Right now its relaxation time and laundry. We are watching an anime that Erich likes about some girl who charms animals in a post-apocolyptic world. Or something. Interestingly when I typed "anime" blogger suggested I change it to "anise" or "amine". Really? You have "amine" but not "anime"? I only know amine from chemistry class back in college. Does it have another meaning I don't know about?

Anyways, looking forward to starting the Christmas season...I have an idea for gifts this year but I still have to see if it'll work. Also looking forward to putting up the tree. I still enjoy this stuff, probably because I usually don't get around to it until a few weeks before Christmas, so its not dragging out for me like it does for some people. I hope I never start to view Christmas as some inconvenient chore! Whether you celebrate religiously or culturally, it is a time for family and renewal. If it's not fun, then why do it?

Winter Solstice is Dec 21 this year, I believe. Thinking about doing something small for that this year. There is an evening practice at the yoga studio, for one thing. But I'd like to start building our own family traditions. I think this will probably take more shape once we have children to involve in these things. But maybe for now it will just be as simple as an evergreen arrangement or a wreath or something. We'll see.

December Photo Project - Day 4

Today was a day of rest. For these two, at least. Erich has a nasty chest cold and spent most of the day sleeping - 18 hours nearly straight from last night until 3pm this afternoon. I took care of soup, toast, and cold medicine. Oscar took care of snuggle duty. He's exceptionally good at it.

Then I took Os to petsmart where he picked out his christmas stocking. Actually, he picked out two. I'll let you guess how. Oops!(At least they weren't anything more expensive. :-D ) I bought them and attempted to clean them off...the jury is still out on whether they'll be usable.

Tomorrow is my teacher training practicum (for yoga). I'm so looking forward to being done so I can put more of my energy into my practice again. I really need it! Wish me luck!

Love to everyone. Have a good night!

December Photo Project - Day 3

Flowers! Even in the winter. I keep them in Annika's vase. It was a year ago that we lost her in October, and I got yellow daisies and roses for her. I tied a little necklace that my mom made (for her) around the vase, so now I think of her everytime I look at them. I think I'd like to keep flowers around all year long. Not that's we'll ever forget...but it's nice to have something for her. They seem to last a really long time in this vase, too.

December Photo Project - Day 2

I found this picture at hobby lobby a while back. I cut it out of the cardboard frame it came in and my mom framed it for me in the black frame you see above. There's no matting, just clear glass. She says I looked like the little girl in the picture when I was that age, pixie cut and all. She's wearing big-person boxing gloves if you can't tell from the picture. It's inspiring when I feel discouraged.

December Photo Project - Day 1

My tiny little pine tree was dying in a back room (the infamous orange room, for those who know my house). We trimmed him up and set him in the kitchen under a window to see if he'll make it through the winter. I think he'll be okay. Yes, my tree is a male. No, he does not have a name. Sorry, mom. :-)

December Photo Project

Ooh ooh! I'm doing something fun! You guys should join me! :-D Just post one picture a day. If I catch something extra cute, it might get featured on the website. But that's not really my focus...I just want take pictures of cute things.

And yes, I am aware that I desperately need to update my blog header and stuff. I'm hoping for this weekend. I missed the fall, unfortunately. But I will post an awesome winter picture, I promise.

Probably.

God's Garden

I don't know this lady or read her blog, I just stumbled on the image today.

my boys!

Play with me!

Oscar is doing well. We are slowly getting to know him and figuring out what he needs to become a well-adjusted and happy pup. So far this means:

No fewer than two walks daily, at least 20 minutes each. Today he got an extra trot around the block after yoga, before work. Beagles have lots of energy and need lots of exercise to stave off sassy behavior (which comes from boredom). I have been running home at lunch to let him stretch his legs.

Stuff to play with while we are gone, and clearly defined boundaries so he can't go pee in the basement. I've read that small dogs can confused basements with "outside" because it seems secluded from the family, and that they hide if they are learning that peeing inside is unacceptable, but haven't developed the communication with us yet on when he needs to go out. He wants to go out to play more than anything, so its been a lot of trips outside, walking around, and then back inside, only to go out again 10 minutes later. It's a hassle now, but it'll be worth it in the winter when he is (hopefully) fully housebroken.

Beagles are adept climbers. This little 18 pound dog climbs over a standard baby gate like nothing. He doesn't jump - he climbs like a freaking spider monkey. He have to stack two standard gates to keep him in his room during the day and use a taller 3 foot gate to keep him out of the basement.

The vet says he has some seasonal allergies. So I've been giving him claritin. It seems to be helping so far. Apparently in dogs, allergens cause them to have itchy skin (instead of a stuffy nose, hayfever, etc).

Kennel at night, which is going well. Never force your dog in the kennel. It is really tempting to do so when I'm tired and he doesn't want to go to bed. It needs to be a place they associate with relaxation and happy things, so they will go in willingly; otherwise it will become a stressful event every time he needs to go in. (Stress = sassy) Oscar wanders in and out sometimes, but I still need to bribe him with a treat at night. I show him the treat and then toss it inside the kennel. He goes in after it and sometimes tries to grab it and run out right away, but that behavior has been decreasing the last couple nights. Lately he has just been sitting down to enjoy his snack. He is very good at night, doesn't cry or whine (except for a little if we are up for a while before bed, but really not much at all).

The nose knows! We have to be careful when we cook now to clean up afterwards (before bed at least) or the poor guy goes nuts trying to figure out why the kitchen still smells like bacon and he can't find it. Since his kennel is in there it only seems fair. Beagles are in the bloodhound family and have even more sensitive noses than a lot of dogs.

That's it for now. Oscar out!

sigh...

Erich gave me a look when he saw my first oscar post...the one that says "really,dear?"

Yes really. Because I'm tired of reading blogs that talk all about their adorable children. I don't begrudge you your children. It's just depressing. I want something cute to take care of and photograph and adore. So if you don't like my excessive photo adoration of my dog, then go somewhere else. Because there is so much more to come.

this one's for you, Harry

I think he likes it. :-)

And here is some evidence for you, Kari, that yes, Oscar is in fact real, because I haven't the slightest idea how to photoshop Erich into my blog. Also you know it is real because he is checking his phone while I'm telling him to stand by the dog.

michelangelo's got nothing on me

I had my foot there first, I swear.



I love my dog!

Meet Oscar!

He's here! Well, actually, he's been here for a week, but it has been so fast I haven't had a chance to post any pictures yet. I think most people who read this have already seen Mr. Oscar in real life, but still...he's taking a nap next to me on the couch, so I figured this was as good a time as any.


This is actually a different napping picture, but cute nonetheless. He looks bigger here than he really is, only 18 pounds. A bit skinny for a beagle, but the vet said he could gain a pound and he'd be fine. Apparently most dogs are overweight, just like most of us. There is a tupperware cup in the fridge with steak gristle scraps that Erich saved for him that should be up to the task. He gets a good cup of kibble every day, plus snacks. I am not concerned he'll be underweight for long.

He's keeping me pretty busy. And he's a little sweetheart. Hasn't barked once yet. Peanut!

the wolf river

Rafting was awesome! It totally makes up for the fact that I am terrible at skiing. We went down the Wolf River yesterday at Big Smokey Falls.

I don't have any pictures because I didn't bring a camera on the raft. Good thing, because it would have been gone. After the second or third rapid Erich (sitting behind me) says, 'look sweetie' and I glance to my right just in time to see our turkey sandwhiches floating down the river. Then my apple, and my water canteen. Jerky sticks abound inside our raft. They had been tucked away in a cooler than didn't stay closed well. I thought it might be a problem but it was all we had to use in the house. Lunch down!

Fortunately, however, our friends shared their food with us and I managed to keep myself inside the raft, despite my slowly deflating seat (I discovered a leak roughly the same time I waved goodbye to my lunch.) Don't worry, it was localized to my seat. This meant, however, that I was practically squatting towards the end. No matter, though, it was still so much fun!

Also Erich jumped off a cliff at a calm swimming area, but I couldn't find a picture of it. Aieee. He's good, but I don't want him to do it again. Which of course means he insists on doing it again. Next trip: only bring things we can strap down, and some kind of waterproof camera because the view is too good to pass up.

Wordpress will be posting photos from this weekend in the next week. Tell me is you see us!

Puppy update: Nina is gone! She's been scooped up, I assume, by some loving family moving faster than us. Bye Nina!

Mom recommends a german shorthair. Look at those paws!

drumroll, please!

Today, we are going rafting down the Wolf River. I am excited. Erich promises I won't fall out and hit my head on a rock.

More importantly, however... WE ARE GETTING A PUPPY! Some contestants:
Nina (scooped up already!)
Wilma Wilma is a little older but I like her. I tend to like dogs with some beagle in them.
Angel
Jodi

Also a three-legged dog named bandit. Who has trouble controlling his poo.

Not sure when we will bring one home, right now we're still just researching and learning what kind of dog would fit us. Erich wants "a new one" but I wouldn't mind an older dog with the right disposition. We'll see! Yay!

pilates

Yesterday for teacher training we went to a pilates class to see the teaching style of the other chick I'm training with. She's already been teaching for several years. I loved it! I got a great workout without feeling like I was totally exhausted afterwards.

Through my very very very basic study of anatomy I have realized in the last couple weeks that I really need to start strengthening my abs if I want to strengthen my back and decrease my back pain in the long run. Posture and alignment were first, now muscle strength and toning. Enter pilates. I have tended to avoid pilates classes because they are so hard! Because I have no ab strength. See how this works?

So, it is core yoga or pilates once a week from here out. Mary Kay (my teacher) has a wicked core yoga class wednesday nights that works my butt off. This should be a good start.

summer days

I love weekends, this time of year, this kind of day. Waking up to a dozen different projects, all of which I'm excited about. Loving being in our bright sunshine-y new living room, looking forward to re-moving into all the rooms in our house.



Weeding the garden and finding our first cucumber curly-q's, hidden blossoms, and our first teeny-tiny toms!






Staying up until 2:30 last night working on my first official sewing project with my new machine (purchased six months ago, played with a bit, and then distracted from for a while). Pics to come when it is finished!

Ahhh.

things i want to do

Things I want to do or learn how to do:

Throw pottery
Decorate cakes (competently)
Knit/crochet things I can actually wear
Photography and old-fashioned film developing
Learn more spanish
Raise chickens
Sew things I can actually use/wear
Paint - things, pictures, whatever
Learn beginning ballet for adults
little kid astronomy - find stars, planets, eclipses with a telescope and stay up late looking at them drinking apple cider from a thermos. Apple cider is required.
go sledding
go to the beach
massage therapy?
Homeschool my children
count cards. just because.
ballroom dancing, but only with Erich
become debt-free
TEACH YOGA - working on it!

mmmmmm weeds

Today I made myself a green smoothie with spinach and mixed greens from my garden. It tasted super spinach-y. I said so several times. Then I got kind of sick.

Nothing like accidentally giving yourself a (mild!) case of food poisoning by eating weeds that look like your salad greens. Dammit.

Needless to say the garden is fully weeded now.

My favorite way to wake up in the morning is to peruse some lovely blogs and slowly drink a carafe of coffee. I haven't done this is for a long time, opting instead to gulp down some espresso and run out of the house. All my favorite blogs are basically hippie mom blogs who write about their adorable and (of course) incredibly brilliant children and all the cool hippie mom stuff they like to do. Trying to crochet a little hat was fun before, it seemed preparatory for all the joy that was yet to come. Now it just seems sad. Needless to say that 2 minutes alone with one of these now is enough to trash my mood, and my friends have been set aside along with what Erich calls 'The Baby Channel' (TLC and DISNEY) from which I have been strictly banned from watching.

I also learned the hard way that doing the random "next blog" dealie is also a bad idea. So that's out. Which leaves me reliant on links from blogs of people I already know. I went through a number today and found some really great, insightful, progressive, inquisitive blogs. I enjoy reading them, and then go back to my blog to talk about something banal safe. Not for lack of mental capacity, but lack of stamina. The issues of the day are so important, but I can't seem to find room for them in my brain anymore. Heartbreak is an inconsiderate and greedy resident. I wonder if this is why so many people are so disconnected.

my neighbor teran

A few houses down from lives a little girl named Teran. She and her friends play outside on the sidewalk quite frequently. In fact I have become quite paranoid that someday they are going to ride their bikes behind my car when I'm backing out, which has made me more careful lately.

Anyways, Teran and her friend Vanessa ride their bikes up and down the sidewalk, up and down our driveway and back again. I think they are between 8 and 10, I'm not good at kid ages. Last month during our garage sale they came by and asked if we had any free stuff for kids. We gave them a flag with a skull and crossbones on it. I didn't think they'd want it initially, but they immediately began some kind of pirate game in the back of dad's truck.

Awesome.

Then they came back with a handful of change and bought Kari's german candy. And they scored Kari's historic National Geographic collection. We hoped their parents weren't the type to be offended by nude photos of the Bushmen. (Bushman? People of the bush? You know what I mean.) Not sure what they did with the magazines, but I'm sure it was something good. They seem to be quite the team, those two. Vanessa is the bold one, and Teran is more shy.

Yesterday they came up to my front door and sat for about a minute arguing over who was going to knock on my door. I could hear them. It was hilarious. Eventually the more courageous Vanessa did, and announced that Teran had something to ask me (since I was her neighbor, after all).

Teran did not.

Vanessa, matter-of-factly: "She wants some water."
Me, surpised: "You don't have water at your house?"
Vanessa: "No, we're all out."
Me: (laughing) "Ok, hang on."
V, shouting after me: "Can we come in your house?"
I return with two cups of tap water and explain that I'm working, but they can drink on the front porch here.

They look at the glasses.

"Don't you have any bottles?"
"Nope. Sorry"
"Okay" and after one more doubtful look they drank as fast as they could from our big tall adult glasses. It took them a while and then they finished with a gusto, "AH!" and a big grin.

Me: "Was that a race? Who won?"
Vanessa: "ME!" and she hands me back the glasses. "Thank you!"

And they're back to their games.

...

Today they came by again (about 1 minute after I pulled in the driveway...) and we repeated yesterday, with the addition of a snack request. They especially like cheese, but I'm all out. Strawberries are also good, so I give them a little bowl. They mow them down hungrily. I tell them they can just leave the cups and bowl on the porch when they're done. They still want to come inside but I'm holding my ground on this. They are amusing but I have never met their parents, so I don't want to piss anyone off or end up babysitting for the rest of the night. Water and snacks, I hope, are ok. I am afraid I am setting a precedent, but it's more fun to be nice.

I remember going over to my neighbors and hanging out with them when I was about their age. I suddenly remember that they let me hold they newborn son when I was only nine. Were they nuts? It was awesome. I loved being inside their house and babysitting. But that house was tidy and ours is really, really not. In fact the last child I had in my house made sure to point out LOUDLY all the spiderwebs I haven't gotten around to sweeping up. :-D

...

They finished all the strawberries and 1 glass of water. I refilled the glasses with some ice and put out some more strawberries in case they get hungry again. Just in case.

My head is like a pressure cooker and the little whistle thingy is broken. This is why I have to yoga. I'm not always eloquent but I'm getting more bendy. Kind of.







Yes I'm using yoga as a verb. Go with it.

kicked out of my own kitchen!

Usually when Erich kicks me out of the kitchen, I like to think that it means he is brewing something delicious for me to eat in a few minutes. He often does this on special occasions. It's an extra good sign when he gets out the mortar and pestle to grind herbs (like he is right now).

But usually it is just because he doesn't want my inevitable 'help' in whatever he is cooking. Two cooks in the kitchen is too much!

Signs you've been trying to conceive for too long

You find yourself thinking "man that's good mucus". Wistfully. Because we're not trying this month.

All you temp-ers and NFP-ers know what I'm talking about. The rest of you think I'm weird, but I'm okay with that.

I've been gone for a long time. Normally I would have deleted my last couple entries and continued like they never happened, but I'm not going to do that. We lost the baby about a month after my last post. Three months later I got pregnant again and (again) lost the baby. So the last 7-8 months have been really hard.

But we're carrying on. Waiting a few more months before trying again. Enjoying old-school (read: non-hormonal) birth control and realizing why everybody else is on the pill. Doing a lot of yoga. Trying to enjoy the here and now.

and right now (taken from a few of my favorite blogs) I'm:

...listening to my husband tell me about how's he's sad the love of the main character of his most recent audiobook died. He's so cute.

...grateful that it rained today so I can't mow the lawn

...looking forward to my sister(in law's) wedding in a few days

...letting go of my irritation with a coworker

...vowing to get up early enough tomorrow to do a proper yoga practice before work

...laughing at myself because I know that I won't

...loving the handmade coffee mug I drank from this morning

...thinking happy uterus thoughts for Annie, Sara, & Jean. muah!